I planned a life and the plan vanished

I was sitting at the kitchen table reheating last night’s soup while the kids fought over crayons, when I got the message: they pulled the proposal. We had met, my kids had met him once, I had started imagining a weekend routine, a new set of grandparents for them, the small comforts I thought would come with marriage. I have prayed, I have asked Allah for signs for years since I reverted, but this sudden silence feels loud and like proof there was no khayr. I keep replaying the yes that turned into nothing. How do you keep believing there is khayr when a plan falls apart at the last minute?